#moondustlings

"you have to admit it's a good day for it," london points out, smirking before she presses a slow kiss to the other's soft lips. "mm… i told you i've been saving up for a reason." it's been a couple days since they've had sex, unusual to say the least, because london wanted to ensure that the first time she cums in her pussy she fills her up fully. she hums into her mouth as she kisses her, still smiling a bit as she guides her touch down, until the other's small hand cups at the weight of london's balls, loaded and heavy. "you ready to make me a daddy, baby?" she purrs. "get down and give those a kiss for me before we put them to work tonight."

It had been like a bolt of lightning to his heart the moment he had seen her. She was beautiful, all soft and sweet, pink and gold, like muscles pulled out of a body and into the sun. They had shared a class together, some college English course Lysander remembered only because she occasionally raised her hand to answer a question. He voice slinked around him like the creeping vines that covered his window back home. That first day he saw her, he called home the moment he could to tell his parents he had met his future wife. The keeper of his soul and torturer of his most wicked fantasies.

Unlike some of his family, he didn't want to come off too strong too quickly. So when partnered projects were announced, Lysander tried to bribe their professor to put him and his love together. The African strangler was still very little, but since the cutting came from his Aunt Morticia's garden, was sure to grow up enormous. But, for their next class they had a sub, their original professor found dead in his home, the list of project pairs neatly written out. What a shame. Lysander went back to collect the plant and he got to be partners with who he wanted. Maybe she would like the plant? She seemed to have a tender, loving heart that could cultivate it.

So here there were, months later, shackled in love. Lysander had offered his heart on a silver platter and she had said yes and told him to put it back. If it were up to him, they'd be married already, but he could be patient and wait. "Ah Kitten, there you are! Want to get lunch? I only had toast and jam this morning, so I'm starving. Like I could probably have belladonna jam with every meal, but I would need more meals."

jax leaned on the bar counter, letting out a tired sigh as he looked around the nearly empty room. the neon lights flickered slightly, casting a soft, dim glow over the tables and chairs that had seen their fair share of wear and tear. the usual hum of conversation was long gone, replaced by the occasional clink of glass as he wiped down the last few mugs left on the bar top. his phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. he already knew it was one of the guys from the club checking in. ever since his bartender called in sick at the last minute, it had been one of those nights where everything just felt a little more... heavy. jax grabbed the rag and started wiping down the counter, his movements slow and methodical. he wasn’t one for the bartender life—hell, he barely knew how to make anything more complicated than a jack and coke—but when you owned a place like this, you stepped up when you had to. “shoulda closed up an hour ago,” he muttered to himself, glancing at the clock above the door. the hands ticked closer to 2 a.m. it was late, but not unusual for a bar like this. he liked it when the place was full, the noise drowning out the thoughts he didn’t want to deal with. but tonight? tonight, it was just him and the bar. jax sighed, tossing the rag over his shoulder. he stepped around the bar and started moving the chairs onto the tables, his boots thudding softly against the wooden floor. each chair scraped as he lifted it, his muscles tensing from the day's weight.

❝I'VE  ALWAYS  KNOWN.  I  JUST  didn't  know  who.  he  always  had  different  flavor  of  the  month,❞  cordelia  riposted.  the  younger  woman  had  the  audacity  to  take  a  jab  at  her  intelligence,  which  displeased  her.  it  irked  her,  fueling  the  need  to  have  her  under  her  mercy.  ❝i  don't  care  about  what  you're  planning  to  do.❞  she  stepped  forward  to  close  the  distance  between  them.  a  snicker  slipping  past  her  at  her  remark  about  her  husband's  skills  in  bed.  ❝i'll  make  you  pay  for  fucking  him,  though.❞  she  grasped  her  chin,  darkened  gaze  boring  into  hers.